Happy Hippy

• Elizabeth Pillidge, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2010

Once upon a time when technology didn’t exist,
We were young and groovy teenagers caught up in love-mist,
We wore flares and tie dies and had wacky hair-dos,
We thought it cool if you used lots of mousse.
For the more mousse you used the funkier your style,
In caravans we would travel together for over a mile,
For entertainment we never used Facebook, a laptop, or an iPod,
Instead we chatted and our heads would nod,
Because in that caravan there were special moments,
When you, me and our friends would all be opponents,
In the groovy dance off we would always hold,
Nobody’s style was ever seen as mould.
When I watched you dance it was like seeing a bird,
You were so free and no one thought you were a turd,
I know now that people probably would,
Your disco dance does not suit the generation like it still should,
How I miss having an affro and wearing my red Michael Jackson jacket,
And being so happy, no one felt like a maggot.
People say we take things for granted,
They should look back and see what I think is enchanted,
My fantasy time is nearly up,
So it’s just about time for me to shut up.
Those days are over, forever gone,
Generation X...that’s when I wish I was born.